Then, straightening up with an effort, something tumbled from his head to the floor and he started to rise.
"Oh, look out, Leroy! Don't step on my hat!" cried a girl's voice; and he sank back in his chair, gazing stupidly around.
"Hello! you people!" he said, amused; "I guess I've been asleep.

Oh, is that you Millbank?
Whose hat was that--yours, Lydia ?" He yawned, laughed, turning his heavy eyes from one to another, recognising a couple of young girls at the window.

He didn't want to get up; but there is, in the society he now adorned, a stringency of etiquette known as "re-finement," and which, to ignore, is to become unpopular.
So he got onto his massive legs and went over to shake hands with a gravity becoming the ceremony.
"How d'ye do, Miss Hutchinson?
Thought you were at Asbury Park.

How de do, Miss Del Garcia.

Have you been out in Millbank's motor yet ?" "We broke down at McGowan's Pass," said Miss Del Garcia, laughing the laugh that had made her so attractive in "A Word to the Wise." "Muddy gasoline," nodded Millbank tersely--an iron-jawed, over-groomed man of forty, with a florid face shaved blue.
"We passed Mr.Plank's big touring-car," observed Lydia Vyse, shifting Tinto to the couch and brushing the black and white hairs from her automobile coat.